Free Web NovelChapter 939: Chapter 463: No One Can Judge Me
Hmm!!?
Seeing the blood-stained ground, a thought instinctively flashed through the Withered’s mind.
What kind of flower is this?
But in the next moment, his instincts as a Legendary Druid told him—he was wrong.
With this data, he was incredibly clear about one fact.
That thing was definitely not a plant!
Upon closer inspection, he discovered the essence of that scarlet large flower was a blood flower made from animal tendons.
What the hell is this thing?!
Flesh... God of Sinful Desire!!?
The Withered’s heart trembled, thinking of a terrifying existence.
"You! You’re an Apostle of Sinful Desire!?"
Could it be!
That the one who descended upon that girl yesterday... was the God of Sinful Desire!!?
Although the God of Sinful Desire had faced repeated setbacks here against Herbert, that was unknown to anyone, and others would never underestimate this fearsome existence.
Even if He had been terribly beaten by the Sun God, seemingly losing everything, it didn’t diminish His fearsome might.
After all, that was the Sun God!
Not being purified by that blazing Sun was proof enough of His power.
The Evil God is cruel.
The believers of the True God remain calm when facing other True Gods because they believe the Divine would never act against them without cause.
But the Evil God Cultists face no better treatment when dealing with other Evil Gods!
Do those crazy guys care if you’re evil or good when they want to attack mortals?
No, they don’t!
Am I really going to face that terrifying Evil God?
No!
Just as the Withered was filled with anxiety, the blood flower behind him seemed displeased with his question and snorted coldly.
"Hmph!"
"I’ve never been a follower of such a guy."
The voice which was originally indifferent turned even more icy, declaring sinisterly: "Enough, disappear from my sight immediately."
It seemed he had angered the other party, making the situation more dire!
But since the other party didn’t attack outright... there might still be room for negotiation.
The Withered thought gloomily for a moment and tentatively asked, "Are you Apostles sent by [that person] last night? Is He your master?"
Master, is He?
In the shadows of the distant forest, the Dark Elf Grand Mage controlling the blood flower pondered for a moment, then silently smiled and nodded with delight.
"He is my master, well, although he has been avoiding my affections and ignoring me, it doesn’t matter, one day he won’t be able to resist..."
Svanni extended her hand from the shadows, letting the bright moonlight fall upon her arm, and chuckled lightly as she looked at her skin that had recently become paler: "Hehe, I think that day is not far off."
"So in that sense, you’re right, you can indeed consider me as his Apostle."
"As for what the other two’s relationships are, I have no idea~ you can ask them yourself."
After discussing indecent topics, the originally cold face of Svanni was also touched by a smile, teasing her companions with joy: "Maybe, some people can’t even match up to me, who knows? Hehe~"
Hmm?
In the distance, Fremay raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
What does Svanni mean by that?
My relationship with Herbert?
That’s obviously Hero and Princess, isn’t it?
What else could it be?
...Oh!
Miss Mermaid suddenly had a flash of insight, blinked, then discreetly glanced at Eliza posing nearby.
Was Svanni actually teasing her just now?
Eliza: "..."
Miss Vampire kept a straight face, indifferent to the peering eyes, gazing blankly in one direction.
"Hmph!"
The three Monster Girls played their charades, aware among themselves, but leaving the outsiders confused.
A big question mark flashed through the Fallen’s mind.
Withered: ?
What nonsense are you spouting?
I just asked about your identity, who’s asking about your private life?
No one asked, seriously?
"..."
The Withered remained silent for a moment, then furrowed his brow tightly, asking slowly: "Are you toying with me?"
No action, just surrounding me like this.
What do you want to do?
Humiliate me?
"Oh?"
The blood flower morphed into a thumbs-up, encouraging: "Congratulations, you’ve finally found the truth."
"But look how long it’s taken you? Your reaction is truly regrettable... haha, sorry, pretend I never said that."
Svanni didn’t finish her sentence, and then with a regretful smile, silently showed her pity.
It was as if she was silently showing care for a naive youth.
"You! How dare you... hmm!!?"
Realizing he had been fooled, the Withered flew into a rage, ready to question, but just as he was about to speak, suddenly felt a chilling ice-cold around his neck.
!!!
The crisis of death approached swiftly, leaving the Withered no time to think; relying on his plant instincts, he desperately leaned back.
In the next moment, a sharp attack slashed through where his neck had been.
!!?
Rustle rustle.
"Tsk, just missed it."
The rustling sound of a long dress flaring while leaping among the shadows heralded the arrival of a noble Vampire.
Slowly emerging from the shadows, the Vampire curled her lips, adjusting the court evening gown that had been personally resewn by a certain black-hearted Paladin, and couldn’t help but scorn: "If it wasn’t for this dress being so cumbersome, I would have surely decapitated him."
Eliza had taken action the moment the Withered showed a flaw, intending to ensure that guy fled promptly.
